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A.N. My first Lab Rats story, and I'm planning to work on a couple more if this one doesn't work out. One is an Adam/OC story, the other is a Bree/Chase story. This is an Adam/Bree story. Lots of flashbacks, I'm sorry if that annoys some people, but it will help to build the story. I would appreciate help with this as well. Enjoy, comment (it helps me get things out sooner if I'm motivated) and favourite.
Bree's POV
Present day
Being adopted wasn't too bad; I liked living at the Davenport's. My adopted siblings were great to me; I was close with Adam and Chase. And being adopted by a wealthy man was every person's dream; we were lucky to be adopted by a wealthy nice man.
I remember the day when I had been adopted; I was three at the time, but the memory was crystal clear.
Thirteen years ago
"Okay, Bree, welcome to your new home." I stared at the big house in front of my eyes. I waited for Mr Davenport to get out of the car, open my door and help me out. He pulled my single pink rolling bag out of the back of the car and held onto my hand as we walked to steady me.
"It's big." Davenport smiled down at me and nodded. He stopped at the door, saying something to the little screen beside the door before it opened.
To me, the inside of the house felt like the outside of the orphanage I was in for about six months. The living room was huge; windows surrounded the back of the room and opposite side of the door, light brown wooden panels covered the floor before going onto pure white stairs and walkways. The kitchen was a small area with a dining table on the side near the window.
My first instinct was to walk to the centre of the room to touch the couches. It was soft to my little fingertips.
"Pretty." I looked up from the couch and moved to the side of it to see a boy at the base of the stairs, smiling. I smiled a tight lipped smile at him. Davenport bent down beside me and pointed to the boy.
"That is Adam; he's your new adopted brother." As Adam went to walk down, I noticed Davenport grab my small pink bag easily in his arms.
"Adam, could you show Bree around while I work on something?" Adam nodded and grabbed my hand quickly. He pulled me to everywhere on the bottom floor and then helped me up the stairs by standing behind me. My small legs barely got up the stairs, but eventually I did.
"I wonder which room you will get to have." I gasped and smiled at Adam. He showed me upstairs, the games room, the toys room, all of the bedroom and the bathrooms. We found my bedroom, seeing my bag beside a small bed.
"I think this will be nice." I opened up my bag and pulled out my soft light brown teddy bear. Adam suggested showing me his stuffed animal collection. Adam ended up having heaps of stuffed animals all lined up across the back of the room. For a five year old boy, he had a lot of stuffed animals.
For the rest of the day; he and I played in the toys room. Adam and I had quickly become friends.